Sunday, January 29, 2012
I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge
Too many bad/weird dreams as of late. I hope it's not suggestive of some inner turmoil of sorts. One about my late Grandfather about which I won't get into detail. One about a black gentleman that I performed CPR on (successfully) but still it was scary and one about a war.
I was a soldier in a war against Russia. In some dilapidated Russian village I had the assignment of securing a nearby building, by any means necessarily. I had what I think is a .22 rifle, which, according to my father is difficult to kill someone with. But I shot and killed nearly everyone in the building, reluctantly of course. I felt the actual dread and weight of my actions within and long after my dream. War has steadily climbed my list of most disliked things.
I don't take any medications, what is causing these wild dreams?
I rest part of the blame with the show Rescue me, which is so loaded with outrageous emotionally extreme situations that anybody, even someone as seemingly emotionally distant as I am, is a little affected/effected (Could never sort those two out).
I need to watch Rocky 4 and reassure myself that Rocky Balboa thwarted actual war with Russia. How come this history books conveniently leave that out??
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